Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs, Berthold

hint of fear in his expression, but he didn’t

am your uncle. Your mommy is here

Berthold relaxed,

into the child seat in his

the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom

“You’re afraid now?”

got in. He was

long silence, he gently stepped on

hour later, the car slowly

own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She

the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with

for

in a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight.

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again, she opened the door

his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy

soft, or the day had been too

she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

finely chiseled, were

felt his heart

Berthold.

wore her guilt on her

back, Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the old scoundrel is,

out more vulgar than

the children

her a fierce glare,

wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to do

eased the tense look on

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the study

agreed with

them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the

to do? After all, I

room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let

was about to step out, Melora held on

tidal wave of emotion washed over her

Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother is

out in a

us to eat. You take a bath

Melora nodded.

prepare the snack. By the time

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly

Crystal noticed.

tremble in her voice, “Come and

and

silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine

simply kept her

were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now…

she dwell

had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

were

spot him in the newspaper. He was still

she, Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of

“Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But

girl nodded

went

study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that

ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of

the door behind her, walked to

murmured, “You’re smoking too much!

her in

was different from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and tenderly

the cigarette and leaned into her

this shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a breeding

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